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11/24/04 09:34 amHey! I'm all happy!
First of all, my lil' chicks are coming home to roost-- my Beloved Niece is home now and BabyGirl is coming home today, so I feel great about that.
Thanksgiving is what, tomorrow? I haven't done a damn thing about it either. heh! So freeing this lack of worrry... I save worry up for the important stuff, like "What's that ya say Clark? Lex is stuck in the well, and if I had an ounce of writing skill, I could get him out? Yeah, ya little ...where the ef's Clubby?"
So, I have to go 'you know where' (general gnashing of teeth and the lamentation of the women) and I'll work on my program of getting one of the dear young men to allow me to pimp--*koff*-- arrange nice dates for him.
No doubt you're asking at this very moment, "But Mizz Rose, what happened to your cross country killing spree with young Bob?" and I answer, oh please! Tchah--that was *so* last week.Killing sprees and black Chuck Taylors...as if! Anyway my darlings, we've come to the end of another entirely pointless post...I did have something in mind, *taps chins, looks for point hidden in wordage* Oh well!
Oh yeah! Last night I had this dream (a couple of times, the bastard) that I was working on Summer Story, and it was just so good! I could see the whole page and I'd be reading my shit back to myself and thinking , damn, I'm on fiyaaah--and I'd wake up. And not...remember...a...damn...word!!! Fuckin' dream.
That's all.That was it. So shoo! Yer mother's got work to do. Here, wait, you've got somethin' on your cheek. shpit-tooie! *wipe* All better now-- run along!
First of all, my lil' chicks are coming home to roost-- my Beloved Niece is home now and BabyGirl is coming home today, so I feel great about that.
Thanksgiving is what, tomorrow? I haven't done a damn thing about it either. heh! So freeing this lack of worrry... I save worry up for the important stuff, like "What's that ya say Clark? Lex is stuck in the well, and if I had an ounce of writing skill, I could get him out? Yeah, ya little ...where the ef's Clubby?"
So, I have to go 'you know where' (general gnashing of teeth and the lamentation of the women) and I'll work on my program of getting one of the dear young men to allow me to pimp--*koff*-- arrange nice dates for him.
No doubt you're asking at this very moment, "But Mizz Rose, what happened to your cross country killing spree with young Bob?" and I answer, oh please! Tchah--that was *so* last week.Killing sprees and black Chuck Taylors...as if! Anyway my darlings, we've come to the end of another entirely pointless post...I did have something in mind, *taps chins, looks for point hidden in wordage* Oh well!
Oh yeah! Last night I had this dream (a couple of times, the bastard) that I was working on Summer Story, and it was just so good! I could see the whole page and I'd be reading my shit back to myself and thinking , damn, I'm on fiyaaah--and I'd wake up. And not...remember...a...damn...word!!! Fuckin' dream.
That's all.That was it. So shoo! Yer mother's got work to do. Here, wait, you've got somethin' on your cheek. shpit-tooie! *wipe* All better now-- run along!